Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.